SAD HOME EXCHANGER

Today I did something I detest. I made a hotel reservation. It makes me a sad home exchanger.


The swap was all set up months ago. After trolling various swap clubs to no avail I had finally landed a home exchange near my in-laws' tiny Southern town.


To do so I broke my own rule and posted a swap offer on a free classified ad website.


Now, with no confirmation after three emails to the family that had agreed to the exchange I am reminded why it is best to swap only through a swap club.


More on this when I have dried my tears.